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I do not fit in most places. I'm a lot like the character Temperence Brennan on the hit show bones, I'm socially challenged. It's funny, because I'm very shy...but bad because I do not make friends as easily as you all when not online. The only good thing I can do is rescue. Oh, I'm so good at rescuing its almost criminal. Even the meanest most neglected animals flock to me, its freakish.
The only downfall to rescuing is when you come upon that one group of people that think you are insane for having more animals in your home than people..and a vet bill every other month. They are the same people that say that a neglected animal has a home somewhere or that the baby raccoon that fell from her nest should be left alone because nature needs to take over.
People may think I'm insane, but there is nothing too big or too small for rescuing and often I risk my life to save them.
It does get to me when I tell someone I saved an animal and they reply with a crappy look that speaks volumes. And when you point out their obivous objection they reply "well, don't you think you need to stop? I mean you have a lot..can you take care of them all?" I've happily rehomed numerous animals, took four wild babies to rehabs so they could be set free, and kept those no one wanted. I find it very rewarding when a sickly kitten gets better and finds that special family that will never let her down, but incredibly sad when the thrown away senior dies because my help came too late.
I often do not know how to answer these people and it makes me cry.
How should I handle them?
I do not ask for handouts, ever. I go without in order to help more, and Im very happy about that choice. I work tirelessly to help because no one else does. My home is always full, but if that one more is in dire need there is no question about helping. In the end when they go to families or rescues my heart is so full and happy, I smile for weeks. There is a darkside though, and I still weep for those lost. But still, I do not ask for others to help, or complain. Three years ago I took in a kitten abandoned by his mom. He did not appear sick so the vet agreed to waiting out the weekend before being seen. He died that Sunday because he had an internal deformity. He set off a string of losses that included two poisoned kittens, a senior cat found at mcdonalds, a cat that was affected by the catfood recall, a kitten found at shop n save, and a kitten thrown from a car that I fell in love with and kept for 6 months before finding out her inital leukemia test read incorrectly resulting in liver failure.
I'm proud of what I do. I feel that I was put here to do this, but how can I make others see I'm not insane?
The only downfall to rescuing is when you come upon that one group of people that think you are insane for having more animals in your home than people..and a vet bill every other month. They are the same people that say that a neglected animal has a home somewhere or that the baby raccoon that fell from her nest should be left alone because nature needs to take over.
People may think I'm insane, but there is nothing too big or too small for rescuing and often I risk my life to save them.
It does get to me when I tell someone I saved an animal and they reply with a crappy look that speaks volumes. And when you point out their obivous objection they reply "well, don't you think you need to stop? I mean you have a lot..can you take care of them all?" I've happily rehomed numerous animals, took four wild babies to rehabs so they could be set free, and kept those no one wanted. I find it very rewarding when a sickly kitten gets better and finds that special family that will never let her down, but incredibly sad when the thrown away senior dies because my help came too late.
I often do not know how to answer these people and it makes me cry.
How should I handle them?
I do not ask for handouts, ever. I go without in order to help more, and Im very happy about that choice. I work tirelessly to help because no one else does. My home is always full, but if that one more is in dire need there is no question about helping. In the end when they go to families or rescues my heart is so full and happy, I smile for weeks. There is a darkside though, and I still weep for those lost. But still, I do not ask for others to help, or complain. Three years ago I took in a kitten abandoned by his mom. He did not appear sick so the vet agreed to waiting out the weekend before being seen. He died that Sunday because he had an internal deformity. He set off a string of losses that included two poisoned kittens, a senior cat found at mcdonalds, a cat that was affected by the catfood recall, a kitten found at shop n save, and a kitten thrown from a car that I fell in love with and kept for 6 months before finding out her inital leukemia test read incorrectly resulting in liver failure.
I'm proud of what I do. I feel that I was put here to do this, but how can I make others see I'm not insane?